Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
The desire I feel for this man is not normal. I’ve slept with men before where it was only about sex—the chemistry the only thing drawing us together.
But this.
This kiss feels different. Even different than the rest.
There’s something more…
Kissing Stetson feels like coming home.
When that revelation dawns on me, I pull away. I’m the one to end the moment this time—not him. I stare up at his gorgeous face, panting with longing and need I don’t fully understand and pray with all my heart and soul that I’m not already falling in love with him.
I don’t understand it.
It doesn’t make any logical sense.
I’ve only read about insta-love in the books I edit and they’re fiction! I know it’s fake and doesn’t happen in real life.
Yet here I am suddenly wondering if such an ailment has come over me.
Grace would laugh me off the face of the earth.
Maybe not.
But she would for sure be worried and think something was wrong with me to be feeling such strong emotions for someone so fast. Feeling for someone I barely even know but somehow feel like I’ve known forever. And especially given my history, she’d be even more protective. And the fact I signed a clause that indicated this would most likely just be a one-night thing. What on earth am I thinking?
But this?
This.
It feels different. And I don’t even know how. Or why. But it’s different.
It is. I can feel it in my bones.
Stetson stares at me hungrily.
“You’re so sweet,” his voice is gruff and loaded with passion. “You taste like candy.”
I close my eyes and hide from that stare he’s giving me.
“Look at me,” he commands.
And I do.
Hell.
His mouth takes mine again, this time with more force and passion, like he’s a man who’s been starving forever.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
STETSON
Ican’t get enough of her.
I don’t think I’ll ever have a fill of her sweetness. She tastes so good. She feels so good. Everything about her pulls me in. The moment I set eyes on her on my yacht, I was sucked in. Just the same way I was yesterday.
Even more.
I was overcome with the need to have her.
Possess her body, mind and soul. I gave her the clause—I’ve only given two other women the clause to sign—and those women, I’d known for months. And I didn’t even bring them to the village because I knew I made a mistake once I had them sign. I never even told them my story.
But Charlie…
A woman I just met and barely know, despite seeing her childhood Christmas memories and getting some insight into her soul. I have her sign the agreement, bring her here and tell her more than I’ve ever told a member outside our family.
No. I don’t fucking understand it.
It makes absolutely no sense.
But hell, I don’t give a damn.
I want her the way I’ve never wanted anything else in my life. Her face, her smell… it pulls me in like something I could never even imagine.
If Jayson could hear my inner dialogue now, he’d call me a Hallmark card, hell, I’d make fun of me. But I can’t help it.
I can’t help the overwhelming feeling I have to claim her.
As mine.
Fuck.
I already know what it’s going to feel like. I already know it’s going to be too good to be true. I already know she was made for me.
How do I know this?
It’s something I can’t explain. Maybe it’s part of the lore of my ancestors. Or maybe it’s just desire.
No.
It’s not that.
It’s more. I know it is. She’s familiar to me. It’s like I’ve known her before. Or I’ve always known her. I can’t explain it, and frankly I don’t want to dive into the emotion of it. I just want to be in the moment. To feel her like this.
To feel her soft lips, to hear her moan in desire.
I want her underneath me and I want to be so deep inside her that I’m all she can ever think about or imagine. I want to be her fantasy in every waking moment.
Because I have a feeling, she’s about to be mine.
I pull back from her so I can breathe her scent in, my lips trail kisses around her beautiful face and I rub my beard against her delicate skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her as I gaze deep into her sapphire eyes.
She doesn’t answer, instead she turns her head shyly and moves it into my chest as she wraps her arms around my waist. We hold each other like this for a moment as I place soft kisses on the top of her head.
To be fair, I’m impressed with how well she’s taken it all in with stride. I know her mind must be racing in all sorts of directions, and I don’t blame her. I’m just relieved I don’t have to work harder to make her believe in all of this.